This is a song about "Full concentration"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Full of myself, but still hungry

Everything is just full of shit.

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Guess i’m different than most

Like a line full of hoes

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Or just full on dropping

Catch you up on places i've been

Full clip, spit then i reload/

I fucking hate this job